Find A Way Back To Us | Septiplier | Cause Trouble In Me Sequel

Twenty Three

>Jack<

A week passed after Mark's accident.

I left every day, only to come back and stay in his room, waiting for him to wake up. The doctor said he had a mild concussion with other serious injuries, leading to possible surgery. Everyone came to visit him as well. Holly, Amy, Felix, his mom, even my mom; they all asked the same thing. Why did he do it? And I couldn't reply. How could I? I couldn't look at them in the face and say I could be the reason he did it. I honestly couldn't take that responsibility.

I sat in the chair next to his bed, always waiting for him to wake up. However, it never happened. Every day was the same. I would watch him, connected to so many machines, which kept him alive. I wanted to see them without them, to see him happy again; he didn't deserve to be there. I felt so responsible for it if I only heard him out, maybe I would've been able to stop it all. I don't know how many times that went through my head.

A tear rolled down my cheek as the thoughts came back into my mind. I rubbed my eyes, trying to stop the tears. How many times have I cried these past days? I couldn't even count anymore.

I got up, heading to look out the window. I slowly lost hope on Mark waking up anytime soon. I honestly couldn't believe that I let my best friend, my one love, let himself go to this point. Even though I felt that I couldn't be with him anymore, I still cared. I would never have guessed he was close to suicide.

I walked back to him, grabbing his limp hand. "I want you back," I whispered. "Please..."

Even though my hand was in his, it felt as though it was empty. I wanted his fingers to tighten around mine, just like before.

After a while, I got up, wanting to leave. I needed some air. However, suddenly, Mark's hand gripped mine. I looked at him, intently. Am I starting to hallucinate? I thought. I heard him groan slightly as he moved. I knew I should go get a nurse, but I stood there, paralyzed.

He squeezed his eyes shut then his eyelids fluttered open. He squinted, confused. "Who's there?" he asked in a weak voice.

"Mark, it's Jack," I whispered to him.

"Jack? Where am I?" he questioned further.

"You're in a hospital," I informed.

"I'm not dead..." he whispered out. He looked at me, upset. "What are you doing here? I thought you went back to Ireland."

I shook my head. "I didn't. I couldn't leave," I said honestly.

"Why?"

"I couldn't leave you..."

He didn't say anything after that. We both went quiet. It didn't even cross my mind that he might not even want me back.

"I hate how much I love you," he said finally.

I looked at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

"You know, even though after what happened, I can't hate you. I should, but I can't." He sighed. "Maybe that's why I wanted everything to end..."

"Mark, that was stupid what you did, though! You could've hurt more people!" I scolded.

"I was heartless. I'm sorry..."

"We really need to talk about...us, Mark," I said, changing the subject.

Concerned washed over his face. "What about us?"

"Do...Do you think we can start over?" I asked.

"You want to?" I nodded, making him sigh. "I don't think I can, Jack."

My heart fell. "Why?" I barely breathed.

"I'm not the Mark from before. I need serious help."

"Then I'll be there for you. I'll help you any way that I can!" I said, abruptly, causing to grab his attention. "I don't want to lose you again."

"Then how about this: If I make it out of here alive, I'll do everything I can to change. I'll go to therapy and everything. If I don't, then I want you to move on. I want you to find your life."

"How can you-" "That's all I'm proposing, for now, Jack," he interjected.

I frowned. "Do you think I'll accept that?"

"Probably not, but who knows," he said closing his eyes.

I knew if I didn't take his offer, he wouldn't make another or give it another try. He was still the stubborn, Mark. "Fine, I agree."

His eyes opened again, staring at me in disbelief. "Really?!"

I nodded. "Yes. I'll be here with you, every day, until you're out."

He chuckled slightly, closing his eyes again, letting his breathing settle slowly. I am left on waiting for him once again.

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Wow, this is trash.

There is one final, short chapter left, then I'm done with the story. 

Now, it's time for Gay and Popular, my other Septipler story, to get all the updates cx